The Ghost of the Grand Canyon by Gallopade International

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The ghost of the

Grand Canyon

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about the characters

Christina Yother Age 9

Grant Yother Age 7

Danielle Runnals Age 10

Marisa Runnals Age 8

Message from the rim 12

1 Bound for Adventure “We’re almost in Arizona,” Grant said, peering out the airplane window. His bouncing knee bumped the tray table causing little lemon-lime soda drops to leap onto Christina’s new hot pink cargo pants. She didn’t notice. She was too distracted by the Grand Canyon Suite orchestra music blaring from her CD player headset and too busy scanning the horizon for mountains to appear through the haze. Finally, Christina felt the dampness on her leg. She yanked the headset from her ears. “Grant!” she exclaimed, pulling her eyes from the window and gaping at her soda-dotted pants. “Stop! Watch what you’re doing!” Grant’s eyes dropped from the window to Christina’s pants. “Uh, oh,” he said with a gulp. “You’re ruining my new pants Mimi gave me,” Christina whined. “I’m going to be all sticky when this stuff dries…Yuck!” 13

“I’m sorry!” Grant apologized. “I’m just so excited to see the Grand Canyon, my knee can’t keep still. Look, even when I try to hold it down, it just keeps hopping.” Christina swabbed her pants with a napkin, resisting the temptation to, once again, play with the cool zippers on the pockets. The sides of her mouth turned slowly upwards as she noticed Grant’s futile attempts to stop his kangaroo-oncoffee knee. He finally gave up and looked helplessly at Christina. They both exploded into laughter. Suddenly, a loud voice boomed over their heads. “This is your captain speaking,” the man said. “Hey,” Grant said. “It’s Captain Speaking. That’s the same guy that flew our plane to Alaska.” “Grant,” Christina said, trying hard not to laugh at her little brother. “This is the captain speaking, as in…talking. That’s not his name.” Sometimes, Christina thought, experienced nine-year-old big sisters had to cut their younger brothers some slack. After all, it wasn’t so long ago that she was seven and not as smart as she was now. “Ohhhhh,” Grant said. Then, in a smaller voice, “Oh.” His face reddened as he sneaked

glances from side to side to see if anyone else had heard his silly comment. The pilot’s words grabbed their attention. “We will be touching down in Flagstaff in just a few moments,” the captain continued. “The weather is a balmy 110 degrees, but don’t worry, with only 10 percent humidity, it’s quite pleasant.” “Pleasant?” Christina said, shooting Grant a disbelieving look. They’d been in hot weather before in their hometown of Peachtree City, Georgia, but 100 degrees was the hottest. Christina remembered it exactly, because that was the day Mimi and Papa filled water balloons and put them in the freezer, just until they got slushy, not frozen solid. Then, they took them outside and the whole family, even Mimi, had a water balloon fight. Christina smiled at the memory. Now, that was a good day, she thought, especially eating the huge bowls of ice cream on the back porch afterwards. Her smile faded as she thought of what 110 degrees felt like—a blasting furnace, she imagined. “It’s 5:22 p.m. Navajo time,” the pilot continued. Christina’s confusion made deep creases between her brows. Before Mimi had a chance to explain, the pilot’s voice returned, “By the way, Navajo time means one hour be-FORE Arizona time.” He added, 15

“The Navajo Nation observes daylight savings time, but the rest of the state, including the Hopi Reservation, which is actually surrounded by the Navajo Nation, does not.” Oh, great, Christina thought. She had a hard enough time keeping her Carole Marsh Mysteries watch set to the right time going from state to state. This was going to be a nightmare. Suddenly, the excitement for her trip to the Grand Canyon was starting to sound not as wonderful as she’d imagined. She usually loved teaming up with Mimi on her adventure trips, but this one was starting to sound a bit more challenging, not to mention sweatier, than any they’d been on before. Mimi always invited Grant and Christina to come along with her on her research trips to get background information for the mystery books she wrote. It seemed every time Grant and Christina accompanied their grandmother, something unexpected happened. “Mimi?” Grant asked, his voice timid. “What’s a Nah-vah-ho?” “Indians who have lived in the area near the Grand Canyon since the 1400s,” Mimi explained. “Is the lady we’re staying with a Navajo Indian?” Christina asked.

“No, actually, she’s a Hopi Indian,” Mimi reported. “The Hopi have been in Arizona even longer, since the 1100s, believe it or not.” “Wow, that’s three hundred years longer than the Navajo and…” Christina was trying to hide her fingers as she counted how many years ago 1100 was from now. She gave up. “That’s a really, really long time ago,” she said to her grandmother. “About 900 years,” Grant said. Christina sighed. Her brother was really good at math. “I’m looking forward to staying on a real Indian reservation with Nampeyo and her two girls,” said Mimi. “Nam-pay-oh,” Grant said, as if saying it more slowly and sounding out each syllable would help him understand its meaning. “You can call her Nammie,” Mimi added. “Evidently, she was named after a famous Indian woman potter and it just so happens she ended up being quite a notable potter, herself.” “I thought you said she was a park ranger, Mimi?” Christina asked. “Oh, she is,” Mimi said. “But she’s also become quite well known for her pottery skills.” Grant’s nose scooted up his face as though he just ate a whole plate of spinach. He hadn’t heard a word after girl. 17

“Wait just a minute,” he demanded. “Did you say two girls? TWO GIRLS?” Mimi nodded, “Grant, you’ll be fine. Papa’s here for male moral support.” “Yeah, but he likes girls,” Grant said, his shoulders dropping. “Two girls? That rocks!” Christina beamed. Mimi shot her one of her famous “watch it” looks, then leaned across the aisle and put her hand on Grant’s shoulder. “Listen, buddy, the younger sister is your age. I’m sure you can find something in common,” Mimi said. “Yeah, Grant, we’ll stick together,” Christina reassured him, pointing at her pants with a smile. Grant looked down at the sticky stains and burst out laughing. The bell sounded indicating it was okay to unbuckle their seatbelts, so Grant and Christina scurried to gather their belongings. “Yes, kids, we’re sure to have fun,” Papa said, with a yawn, rousing from his flight-long nap across the aisle. “And who knows what mystery the Valentine State has in store?” “Valentine State?” Christina repeated his words in a question. 18

“Yep,” Papa said. “Arizona officially became a state on Valentine’s Day in 1912. It was the last of the continental states to be given a name, so it’s also nicknamed the Baby State,” Papa said, smiling at Mimi’s impressed expression. “Hey, I know what it’s like to be the baby of the group,” said Grant. “I like Arizona much better, definitely.” Christina’s mind was still stuck on Papa’s mystery comment. She wondered what could possibly be in store for them in a place with thousands of years of Native American history. There was bound to be adventure right around the corner.

2 airport anxiety Papa gallantly struggled to tote Mimi’s heavy, new red carryons through the gateway, one bag slung over his shoulder, the other pulled behind him on wobbly black wheels. Christina wondered what Mimi could possibly have packed to make her bags so unwieldy. Whatever it was, Christina bet her allowance it was red. Mimi loved red. Good thing it looked so good on her. Christina liked having a withit grandmother who was fun. The trick was keeping up with her. Grant and Christina jumped off the escalator and raced each other to catch up with Mimi and Papa in the baggage claim area to search for their luggage. Grant stood just outside the opening where the bags glided down the conveyer belt, so he’d be the first to see and pull off their suitcases. He was the first to see them, all right, but the pulling off was the hard

part. Papa had to rescue Grant’s valiant efforts and keep him from being dragged through baggage claim on a runaway suitcase. “Papa, I almost had it,” Grant whined between breaths. “What’s in that thing, anyway? It weighs a ton.” “You’d be surprised at the amount of luggage you need for a trip to the Grand Canyon,” Mimi interjected. “We need all kinds of extra gear for hiking and excursion trips.” Before Grant could sound that word out, Christina asked, “What’s excursion mean?” “Fun. It means, fun—and that’s all you need to know, just now,” Papa said, looking at Mimi and matching her grin. “Hey, that means it’s going to be a surprise!” Christina gleaned, jumping up and down clapping her hands. As Christina pestered her grandparents to reveal their surprise, her eyes focused on a tall man with long black hair, pulled back in a low-slung ponytail. His shoulders were wide, like one of those professional football players Papa watched on television. The big man turned, revealing a chiseled face with high cheekbones and a strong, jutting jaw. Dark sunglasses hid his eyes, but Christina knew already they’d be piercing. Was he

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looking at her? He walked in her direction with a confident stride. Before Christina found words to warn her, the dark man walked right up to Mimi and abruptly tapped her on the shoulder. Mimi spun around. “Mrs. Marsh?” the man asked, in a voice as deep as the tone of his skin. “Yes?” Mimi answered his question with one of her own. “I’m Gusta,” he said extending his hand in welcome. “I’m Nampeyo’s apprentice.” “Oh, yes,” Mimi recovered. “Sorry for the shock. I just assumed we’d take a shuttle to the reservation. I wasn’t expecting anyone to know me here.” “Well, I sneaked a peek at your picture in one of the girls’ mystery books,” Gusta admitted. “They’ve got your whole mystery series.” He took off his dark glasses to reveal eyes much softer than Christina expected. She let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Mimi smiled at the compliment. “I knew I’d like those girls,” she said. “What are their names?” Christina asked, unable to contain her excitement. “How old are they?”

“Nampeyo’s daughters are Marisa, nine, and Danielle, seven,” Gusta reported, smiling at Christina’s enthusiasm. She looked around and asked, “Where are they?” Before Gusta had a chance to answer, Grant interjected, “Are you a park ranger apprentice or a pottery apprentice?” Then he added, “Apprentice means she’s training you, right?” Gusta’s attention went from Grant to Christina, not sure which to answer first. “Kids, give the man a chance here,” Mimi said, trying to control her excited grandchildren. “Oh, that’s okay,” Gusta said. “Let’s see. First, I’m a pottery apprentice. I help Nampeyo glaze and fire the pots. I learn a lot just by watching her. Secondly…” Gusta stole a glance at his watch. “Well, let’s see…it’s just after 5:45 p.m. The girls are both just finishing up their lessons.” “Lessons?” Christina asked. “They still go to school in July? That’s horrible.” “No, no,” Gusta smiled. “They are both dancing in next month’s traditional Hopi ceremony. Nampeyo will be displaying her pottery in the exhibition.” Christina’s eyebrows went up as she focused on her sneakers. She hoped they could go.

Gusta thought for a moment, then said, “Just so you know, they both begged their Mom to skip lessons today, but she wouldn’t let them. Nampeyo’s pretty strict when it comes to teaching the girls about their heritage. They’ll appreciate it in the long run, but they were pretty disappointed.” His smile warmed his whole face. Christina looked into his warm brown eyes and smiled too. She liked the way Gusta’s accent made his words sound. “By the time we get back,” Gusta continued, “they’ll be chomping at the bit to meet you.” Christina’s smile widened in anticipation. “Oh, great,” Grant said, without enthusiasm. “Three against one. It just doesn’t seem fair.” “Grant,” Mimi gently scolded. Gusta let out a small laugh. “Don’t worry, kiddo. Wait until you meet Danielle. She’s not your average girl. She goes strictly by Dani and is the fastest kid in her class, not to mention the reservation.” Grant’s eyebrows climbed up his forehead and his frown started turning upside down. Gusta added, “Dani’s not afraid to get dirty either, and she climbs trees with the best of them.” Grant relaxed and actually looked like he might want to meet the girls. Well, at least one of them.

Everyone grabbed a bag and followed Gusta to the parking lot. They walked from the airport exit directly into an attached parking garage and helped Gusta find his black van protected in a dark shaded spot. Christina and Grant piled into the van’s back seat among the luggage that didn’t fit in the cargo area. At least there was enough room to buckle up. “Man, there sure are a lot of strange names in Arizona,” Grant said. “Shhhh, Grant,” Christina said, looking up front to see if Gusta had heard him. He was too busy listening to Mimi talk about the flight. “Just because their names are different, doesn’t mean they’re strange.” “I didn’t say they were,” Grant defended himself. “Anyway, I like their names,” Christina said. “I can’t wait to meet Nampeyo and especially her two girls.” Grant rolled his eyes. “Besides,” Christina said, “Danielle and Marisa are not strange names, at all. There are girls at our school with those names.” “Whatever,” Grant responded. As soon as Gusta pulled the van out of the parking garage, sunlight hit the windshield and infiltrated the vehicle with its powerful rays. The kids’ faces instantly scrunched up in matching squints.

Gusta looked back at them in the rearview mirror. “It sure is bright here, isn’t it?” he asked. The blinded children nodded. “Just wait until you step outside and feel the heat,” Gusta said, covering his smiling eyes with dark shades. “Hey,” Grant whispered so only Christina could hear. “Didn’t Mimi say that Nampeyo’s friends called her Nammie?” “Yes, so?” Christina asked. “Then why doesn’t he?” Grant asked more as a statement than a question. Hmmm, Christina thought. That’s a good question.

3 fun in flagstaff Christina’s eyes finally adjusted to the bright light and she was able to take in the view. It wasn’t what she expected. So far all she saw were trees, trees, and more trees, sort of like driving on some of the back roads in Georgia—where was the canyon? Her mind started wandering. She felt lucky to have been able to visit so many different states with her grandparents. When she made her timeline poster project in school, she was almost embarrassed to see on paper how many places she’d actually been by the time she was in fourth grade. None of her classmates had been to even half as many places. “Where are we?” Grant asked, breaking Christina’s train of thought. She noticed that they were now coming into a town. “This is Flagstaff,” Gusta said. “Legend has it that back in 1876 Thomas McMillan led a group of 29

pilgrims here. He cut a pine tree to use as a staff for the American flag for a Fourth of July celebration and left it standing afterwards. It became the trail marker and later when the post office was built and the town was settled, the settlers agreed to call it Flagstaff.” Christina smiled at that. It sounded so simple. “I thought pilgrims came to America on the Mayflower and landed at Plymouth Rock?” Grant asked. “Pilgrims are any travelers to a new place,” Mimi explained. “Sort of like us today!” “How about we take a drive up Mars Hill and take a peak at Flagstaff from the Lowell Observatory,” Gusta suggested. “Mars Hill?” asked Grant. He was intrigued by anything to do with outer space. “I’ve heard of that place,” Papa said. “Percival Lowell constructed a telescope there in the late 1800s to study the planet Mars, right?” “That’s right,” Gusta said. “A lot of folks made fun of him for thinking that water may have sparked life on Mars.” “Wow, wouldn’t he have been thrilled to know of the recent explorations on the Red Planet,” Mimi said. “Too bad he didn’t live in the 21st century. He’d probably be one of the scientists working with the twin-rovers, Opportunity and Spirit.”

“Yes,” Gusta said. “I just read about how they’ve found bedrock that resembles layered rocks laid down by lakebeds and lava on Earth—that supports Lowell’s theories.” “Boy,” Grant whispered to Christina. “Gusta sure seems to know a lot of history, science, and current events. He should be a teacher.” Christina nodded. They pulled into the parking lot of the observatory, and Gusta unlocked the doors. As the car doors slowly opened, the heat seeped through the vehicle and swallowed up Christina, making it hard for her to breathe. It reminded her of being in the sauna at her Mom’s health club. As soon as Grant stepped out of the van, he bent over at the waist and quickly unzipped his cargo pants around the knees, letting the lower half of the pants fall around his ankles. “Instant shorts!” he exclaimed, with a smile from ear to ear. “Give it a try, Christina,” he suggested. Christina crawled out of the van, turned her nose up at her brother’s fashion flaw, and swiped the fast-forming sweat from her forehead. “No way,” she said. Even though she’d love to have shorts on right now, a girl’s got to have some style. Dragging pant legs around her ankles wasn’t exactly what she’d call fashionable. 31

They climbed the steps to the observatory and looked out over the town of Flagstaff. Christina was amazed at the railroads coming in and out of the city. “It looks like a town of toy trains, like the ones you see at those Christmas stores with the cardboard villages,” Grant said. “Yes, it’s pretty impressive,” said Gusta. “There is so much more to Flagstaff than trains, though. It’s a mecca for art and crafts. Nampeyo displays her pottery at some of the galleries in town. Someday, I hope to do the same.” Christina’s attention was drawn to the mountain range. “What are those mountains called?” she asked. “Those are the sacred San Francisco Peaks, the highest mountains in Arizona,” Gusta said. “Sacred?” Christina asked. “Yes, the Hopi, Navajo and many other Native Americans believe that the mountains hold spiritual meaning,” Gusta said. “Listen, I thought maybe we could stop at the Wupatki National Museum on the way home. It’s got stunning architectural stonework from the ancient Puebloans.” Christina knew it was coming…“Pweb-what?” Grant questioned.

“Pueblos are a type of house built out of sandstone and mud. The Wupatki Pueblo is a four-story dwelling with more than 100 rooms built back in the 1200s.” “Wow! Everything is so old here,” Grant said. Before Gusta could respond, his cell phone rang. “Hello?” Gusta said. Christina could hear a highpitched voice seeping out around his ear. “Yes, I’ve got them right here,” he said into the mouthpiece. A slow smile formed on his face as he listened to the obviously excited voice on the other end. “Oh, okay,” he finally said. “We were going to try to hit the museum, but you’re right…okay, we’ll meet you there.” Gusta hung up the phone and started laughing. “Evidently, I’m torturing Dani. She can’t wait to meet you,” he said. “The girls are home, and Nampeyo wants us to meet them for dinner at the El Tovar Hotel.” “A hotel for dinner?” Grant asked. “Yes, it’s a famous hotel built right on the rim of the Grand Canyon. It’ll be a great place for you to get your first glimpse of the canyon, not to mention get some of the best food around.” “Sounds great to me,” said Papa, rubbing his stomach. “That airplane food is wearing pretty thin.” As Gusta got out of town on the open road, his foot grew heavier and heavier on the gas pedal.

Christina started wriggling in her seat until Mimi came to the rescue. “What’s up, Gusta,” Mimi joked. “Got too much sedimentary rock in your boots?” “Oops,” Gusta said. “Guess I was focused on getting these kids together. I’ll slow down.” “Are those really clean rocks?” Grant asked. “He thinks you mean sanitary rocks,” Christina explained. “Sed-i-men-tary,” Gusta corrected gently. “The Grand Canyon is made up of all different kinds of rock pieces that are spread around by wind and water—sedimentary rock.” Christina stared out the window. Where were the rocks? Where was that mother-of-all-holes-inthe-ground—The Grand Canyon? And what secret were Mimi and Papa hiding?

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